Legacy

[Intro: The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre]

The motherfuckin' saga continues

Legacy - Like, G-Funk origins, like Livin' Like Hustlers

Vocally Pimping in this Black Mafia Life, you feel me?

Legacy - Yeah, Uncle Sam's Curse, the Time Will Reveal, we are Legends

Legacy - Like, the original real nigga shit, Ruthless

Our styles as juveniles, the real shit

Guerrilla shit, we are all Black Superman

And we come to get our money

And we come to get our money

I said we come to get our money

Ice Cube, tell 'em

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]

It's the man, it's the myth, it's the flow, it's the gift

It's the flick of this wrist, make the dope so quick

Make you hoes so sick, make a nigga go get

Have to down a whole fifth, for I fuck a old bitch

Keep this mutherfucker lit, umbrella when I spit

Helen Keller to your shit, a nigga bailin' with your bitch

You can't tell a nigga shit, but you can tell a nigga rich

The all-pro, fuck ton-to, its Geronimo

Chop down, Tomohawk

Swoop down like I'm a hawk

With 2 bitches ridin' on my dick, like Noah's Ark

Trick, if you wanna start, fired up like Jonavar

Mutherfuckers in my yard 'cause I'm known for goin' hard

[Skit: The D.O.C. & Cold 187um]

Legacy, yes sir

Who, me?

I am the D into the O into the C

From Pomona, to Hub City, to Long Beach, to Watts

They know the Doc, nigga

All the way back down to the triple D

FW, Dallas, Texas

[?] what's up with that

Yeah, yo, y'all got do

Legacy, like it's the money, man (Whoo)

[Verse 2: Cold 187um]

See up in the round the world homie and I-I-I

Keep the thang out of the seat

I see you bitch, and it goes a lullaby

I stay in kill mode

It is gonna be critical when the chopper unload

Don't give me a reason to put your life on pause

Stay out the way of a real nigga

Stay in your lane nigga, play your part

I give a fuck about your situation

Give a fuck about your hood

Your homies are your reputation

Listen clear as I spit it in your ear

Turn it up in your Beats by Dre, I rule L.A

It's the B-L-A-C-K-G-O-D-F-A-T-H-E-R

Burn up in a double aura

Still bringin' horror, still dippin' in Impala's

Still Above the Law, pop a tag, still poppin' collars

Still gettin' dollars, droppin' knowledge

Want a drink, want a marijuana

[Outro: The D.O.C.]

Cold 187, on they ass

DJ Total Chaos, KMG, R.I.P

The motherfuckin' illustrator

Go Mac with the motherfuckin' sack

My niggas, my Gods

I love you